Taxi Tale

All night long I roam these streets
Picking up drunks, sweethearts and freaks!
Night after night I am in my car
Rushing to a hospital or sitting and waiting in front of some bar.
Night after night I am in my car
Hauling around strangers can really get bizarre!

Sometimes I’m bored, sometimes I’m scared,
Sometimes I’m listening to a heart being bared.
But all night long I roam these streets,
Looking for those drunks, sweethearts and freaks!

Lou Solitske

Makes me think that ...

All your working day in a car with a constant stranger on the inside with you and familiar streets scenes and traffic on the outside punctuated by periods waiting, alone or with other drivers.


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Image: 'New York City Taxi' by James Lagasse ME - Maine, USA


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